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Give me a beat and I will fix it, make grand designs, dot matrix writing, dark vectors on wild vimto skies.
Right faster with the head in the Galapogos isliands, sure I was there sometime, or maybe that was some movie, or the Seychelles maybe, searing heat, 40 and the sunblock, Thomas wanted to be warm.

Stickers were on underground posters, sliding up to change in zone one, a hooded girl with angelic face stuck a simple sticker with a deconstructed Barbican on this purpley burgundy background, with the word iguana written in oldphont light lilac 8 pin dot matrix. Coincidence ?

One word, one clue, one trigger.

A bit of nerdy investigation at home.

http://iguana.z12.org
( No details )
A simple site with one premium phone number.

Quickly caught up, Thomas dialled the number, and each empty ring added inrigue as to the set up.
Twelve rings. Eventually.

" Yeah ? "

Spring clean the head and find space, kick back chimes and rhymes easy. Can't get these tunes out of my head and don't want to.
One of the nicest weekends ever, and well ready for it.
Hip hop poetry and jazz a long tube and a bus away, efforts appreciated with the hospitality of the diamond iguana and her geographically complex and enlighteningly pragmatic buddy plotting over hot and sour vermicelli, periods, children, methods in journalism, cleaving hearts and working back with resplendent fervour. And want to dance, go mental, drink wine, see men eating glass in Afghanistan, fuck chronology and fuck in chronological fashion. Dig it. Write with a big smile on the face, the time is now.

Hold on. What am I asking ?

Some peculiar, but not extraordinary chain of events had led him to this phone number, with this underlying aesthetic impulse driving curiosity with hopefully, all the key answers to what Thomas was looking for right now.

" I saw this number on a site. Was just curious. "
" What do you know ? "
" About what. "
" Z12. Zones one and two. "
" I've heard about some collective. "
" Collective ? "
" Yeah, not much though. "
" Well, we're very busy. "
" I'll leave you to it then. "
" OK. "
" Okay, bye. "
" Bye. "

So, a fairly strange phonecall.
At Z12 they knew it would be a few more searches and about 3 days before Thomas 07930520724 would find the other phone number with the greater combination of phrases there was just one place to look.
http://www.zonesoneandtwo/new…

The site had a picture of Thomas's flat on it.

Give me a beat and I will fix it, make grand designs, dot matrix writing, dark vectors on wild vimto skies. Right faster with the head in the Galapogos isliands, sure I was there sometime, or maybe that was some movie, or the Seychelles maybe, searing heat, 40 and the sunblock, Thomas wanted to be warm. Stickers were on underground posters, sliding up to change in zone one, a hooded girl with angelic face stuck a simple sticker with a deconstructed Barbican on this purpley burgundy background, with the word iguana written in oldphont light lilac 8 pin dot matrix. Coincidence ? One word, one clue, one trigger. A bit of nerdy investigation at home. http://iguana.z12.org ( No details ) A simple site with one premium phone number. Quickly caught up, Thomas dialled the number, and each empty ring added inrigue as to the set up. Twelve rings. Eventually. " Yeah ? " Spring clean the head and find space, kick back chimes and rhymes easy. Can't get these tunes out of my head and don't want to. One of the nicest weekends ever, and well ready for it. Hip hop poetry and jazz a long tube and a bus away, efforts appreciated with the hospitality of the diamond iguana and her geographically complex and enlighteningly pragmatic buddy plotting over hot and sour vermicelli, periods, children, methods in journalism, cleaving hearts and working back with resplendent fervour. And want to dance, go mental, drink wine, see men eating glass in Afghanistan, fuck chronology and fuck in chronological fashion. Dig it. Write with a big smile on the face, the time is now. Hold on. What am I asking ? Some peculiar, but not extraordinary chain of events had led him to this phone number, with this underlying aesthetic impulse driving curiosity with hopefully, all the key answers to what Thomas was looking for right now. " I saw this number on a site. Was just curious. " " What do you know ? " " About what. " " Z12. Zones one and two. " " I've heard about some collective. " " Collective ? " " Yeah, not much though. " " Well, we're very busy. " " I'll leave you to it then. " " OK. " " Okay, bye. " " Bye. " So, a fairly strange phonecall. At Z12 they knew it would be a few more searches and about 3 days before Thomas 07930520724 would find the other phone number with the greater combination of phrases there was just one place to look. http://www.zonesoneandtwo/new… The site had a picture of Thomas's flat on it.
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